And there were her cats, of course. She managed not to neglect them.She sat down on the grass her back against some ancient oak and yawned. It was a w...rm night in June and she had been busy since dawn. She fell asleep. As she slept she could have sworn she saw something bright that almost lit up the entire wood, just like six years ago. But she was too tired to react.Hours later she opened her eyes and almost screamed. Two women were standing and looking at her. One of them was carrying a. I nearly fell back when I saw Fiamma walking in behind her holding some bags from what appeared to be a shopping spree. My wife looked at me oddly, and all I could see was Fiamma standing there holding her breasts and winking at me. When she turned or bent over I could imagine her in that purple and black lingerie, just a little see through so I could see her perfectly shaven smooth legs. I began to sense myself getting hard at the thought of all this and had to excuse myself from the kitchen,. Then we took the scotch bottle out and poured two glasses. We decided to take off one piece of cloth from our body after one glass of whiskey. After having the first glass, she removed her white tees and her white bra with pink flowers, exposing her cleavage.The bra was barely containing her boobs which were waiting to become free. After having the second peg, she removed her shorts, and her pink panty was visible. With the third peg, I went behind her and removed her bra with my teeth. Her. But other cocoons don't get to wrap up their butterflies every night. Once out, she's gone." Pfft. I'm no butterfly." Mostly you are by day. You flit around and gather your nectar or whatever the butterfly equivalents are. You do accomplish a lot, but it's pretty to watch all the same. But real butterflies aren't warm and snugly and smooth. Real butterflies don't have this, and this." Do you want to try again?" Don't tempt me. Can't I caress my wife without ulterior motives?" You're nice. Mmm.".